Your elbows are thick with rust
and stiff, as if you'd been
a tennis pro for way too long.
Every night when people are asleep
you can hear the creaks and groans
of all the joints in your body
and weird gurgles in the pipes. Sometimes
banging. The furnace still works
but the radiators leak
and don't heat up the way they used to.
Pressure fluctuates and there are
random surges of hot and cold water.
Visible rust and hidden corrosion,
flow constricted, backing up in eddies
and the furnace ticking over in the basement—
sound they used to call
the deathwatch beetle.
--image courtesy of Magpie Tales
Collection available! Knocking from Inside
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Deathwatch Beetle
Labels:
free verse,
image,
poetry
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16 comments:
Ominous, but excellent use of the image for your theme of rust and decay. Well done.
love the smooth transition of the images to the deathwatch beetle. nicely weaved altogether.
weird gurgles in the pipes
Just like in my house!How well you captured all the causes of noise from this imaginary beetle.
Inside and out - excellent metaphor...
really creative take on the image, and so true in many ways.
Elizabeth
Powerful this..! Good strong poem.. flowed well..
I've got those weird gurgles.
Clever, clever writing .... I am inspired to listen more closely to my body sounds.
Very true indeed.
..weird gurgles in the pipe...
.. like how you paint this picture with your words of a time i'm a bit afraid of...
I think the sound of old pipes is somehow comforting
Chilling..the deathwatch beetle..
creaking night sounds, feels like me..original!!
creaky and creapy---I can hear the beetle--best c
The words just flow deliciously creating a lasting impression!
this is great, i love the analogies, very excellent Mag!
ha. you paint quite the pucture and leave us with a rather cilling finale...nice mag!
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